DREAMS of 18 by A. Kent Saffron

Author:A. Kent, Saffron
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-09T16:00:00+00:00

His mouth is on me.

His mouth. Is. On me.

His mouth is on my mouth.

People call this a kiss.

I have to tell these things to myself. I have to run them in a loop inside my head because I can’t believe it.

I can’t believe it’s finally happening.

I can’t believe he’s finally kissing me. And it’s not like the kiss that I gave him on my eighteenth birthday, when he was an unwilling participant. When he was a big mountain that wouldn’t be moved.

He’s big still but he’s moving.

God, is he moving.

In fact, he has this intensity rolling just under his skin, this heat, this passion, that I can feel in his touch.

His touch.

He’s touching me. I could just smile about that till the end of my days. The fact that I thought he didn’t wanna touch me, and now he can’t stop.

His hands are all over my body.

They grab my waist and squeeze, making me arch up against him, making me rub my hard nipples against the lines of his pecs. Making me drag my trembling, shaking stomach against the grooves of his abdomen.

And when I feel the hair on his chest rub against my cleavage, I go crazy. I grab him back. I dig my fingers in his long, untamed hair and push back against him.

That just makes him even more frantic. It makes him roam his hands even more.

They leave my waist but they seem to be reluctant. They fist and bunch in my dress as if he doesn’t wanna let go of my hips yet.

They drag my pretty red dress up and down my legs as he rubs his hands in circles and sweeps. He goes down to my thighs and then comes back up to my waist. He’s making me feel his fingers through the fabric of my dress and it’s creating this hollow inside my stomach.

This hollow that is rapidly filling up with need and lust and everything sweaty and sticky.

So much so that I clench my thighs. I clench my stomach and my pussy.

My wet, wet pussy just because he’s playing with my dress. Just because he doesn’t wanna let go of it like it’s a toy of some sort and he hates to be parted from it.

But then, he does.

He does part with it and goes up to my neck. He grabs the back of it, covers the entire width of it with one of his hands while the other makes a fist out of my hair. Out of my thick and straight hair that never seems to curl even though I’ve tried to a million times before. Now, the strands give so easily beneath his fingers. They twist and curl and get wrapped around his grip like they are his slave.

Like every other part of my body is.

Like my lips.

They open and close and go loose and pliant under his and I wasn’t even paying attention to that. I’ve been so distracted by all these new sensations that I forgot about the kiss itself.

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